Spaghetti, tomato sauce
In the northern suburb of Dijon
I chose the diplomatic way
That kept me out of prison
I've been hiding for 20 years
And I thought I'd live way less
The protection of a witness
I could've been busting rocks
At the Texas penitentiary
Every night they fill my glass
And we laugh, they trash me
When I tell my glass tricks
Mafioso down to my fingertips
I've become the local drunk
While my uncle's henchmen
In the first months of my hideout
I thought my life would be the same
By recreating what I miss
I helped a few acquaintances
With their neighborhood feuds
Two or three bodies soaked in gas
A few domestic accidents
Mafioso down to my fingertips
I've become the local drunk
While my uncle's henchmen
When my little neighbors, brothers and sisters
Showed me their report cards
And collect a few baby teeth
But now I'm too old
I look after my hydrangeas
It's strange how they grow better
What on earth did I bury there?
In the bushes, something moves
I spot a sniper's shadow
On my chest a red light
I expected you, I'm not scared
On my heart a hydrangea bloom
I'm gonna see Stromboli again
I'm gonna forget the Mafia